Mrs Nelson Books Novels & Stories

**** Nelson was getting ready to go for a business meeting with the board of directors and some investors that flew in from China. Nelson had been on the edge ever since he signed those divorce papers. He tried to swing out of the thoughts by focusing on work. It seemed to be a trick in the book that is working, but ocassionally, he gets carried away - thinking about Tasha. Nelson walked down the stairs. He sauntered to the dinning room to sip some water. He heaved a sigh as he slammed the door behind him. **** "I'm sorry sir, but you can't you can't go in" a security guard said to Nelson. Nelson creased his eyebrows and a cackle flew off his lips.

Then she drove to Nelson's house. It sat behind the community center—a small cottage, neat but spartan. She'd never been inside. Had only glimpsed it from a distance, wondering what kind of life he lived in his self-imposed isolation. She knocked. No answer. "Nelson?" She tried the door. Unlocked. "I'm coming in." The interior matched his office—sparse, functional, devoid of comfort. A couch that looked rarely used. A kitchen that held only necessities. Bookshelves crammed with social work texts and philosophy. And everywhere, that sense of someone just existing, not living.

“Void? Have you thought this through? With just you, do you think you can go up against your stepmother and that pair of siblings who’ve been eyeing you like prey? “Don’t be stupid. Stay my wife in name, and you can at least live in peace. Divorce me? You wouldn’t survive three days.” “That’s none of your concern,” Rachel said. “Fine. Like I care.” Nelson tore open the seal on the document folder. After looking through the receipts and photos inside, his expression changed. “That’s all? There’s nothing else?” Rachel tightened her grip on the clothes in her arms and forced herself to speak. “Everything is there.”

Nyla turned and left without responding. … After breakfast, it was nearly 7:40 a.m. A maid led her to a study next to the main hall. Inside, there was a desk with two chairs and a full wall of bookshelves filled with business-related books. One glance at them was enough to make her lose interest. "Ms. Kinsey, Madam said you are to wait here for your instructor," the maid reminded. "Got it," Nyla replied. Once the maid left, Nyla sat down and started counting the books on the first shelf out of sheer boredom.

“What have Caleb being up to in this past one month.” Noah laughed weakly. “You think I have answers? I work at a bookstore. Yesterday I was recommending romance novels. Today I’m watching people explode and disappear and now I’m apparently in a secret murder cabin.” Nelson crouched slightly so they were eye level with Noah, his voice calm in a way that usually meant danger was already decided. “I’m going to ask you something,” Nelson said quietly. “And you’re going to answer it properly.” Noah swallowed hard. “I’ve been answering everything properly. You’re just terrifying people professionally.”

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Kelly, with a sincerity beyond her years, chimed in, "We promise, Dad, we won't tell anyone else. It'll be our secret too." Nelson, touched by their honesty, smiled. "I appreciate that, but it's crucial to understand the responsibility that comes with the knowledge you have. It's not just about keeping a secret; it's about protecting the work we do and the people who depend on it." Feeling a sense of assurance, Nelson continued, "Now, let's redirect your curiosity in a positive way. I'm going to have someone bring in some technology books suitable for your age. There's so much to learn, and I want you to explore and understand within the boundaries of what's appropriate."

Nina Morrison picks up the story book on the floor and sits down quietly next to Nelson. With tears in her eyes, she reads softly, "In the forest, there is a log cabin and ..." Suddenly, the story is interrupted. Nelson throws his arms around her shoulders, lifting his little face which is covered by the patch to Nina Morrison, and his little hands grope for her face in the air. When he finds it, he puts his palms on her face and touches her gently, "Auntie Nina, is that you? Nelson misses you so much! Why haven't you come to see me for so long!" Tears rush out from Nina Morrison's eyes. She hugs Nelson tightly and nods jokingly, "Nelson is so clever! I am Auntie Nina. Auntie Nina comes to s

The degrading tone in his voice did not go unnoticed by either me or Orion. Straightening in my seat, I offered him a smile of my own. Unlike his, however, mine didn’t bother pretending to be friendly. After all, I wasn’t here for a family reunion. “It’s been a long time since I last saw you,” Mrs. Nelson remarked, her attention fixed entirely on me.“How long has it been now?” Fuck you! “Long enough to know what kind of evil souls live here.” The smile instantly disappeared from Mrs. Nelson’s face. “You will not insult my wife!” Mr. Nelson snapped, his hand slamming against the armrest of his chair.